Invincible Damien Darkblood Novels & Stories

I nodded slowly; I took him over to his bike; I tossed him onto his bike; I raised my hand; my claws sparkled in the moonlight; I slowly dragged my claws across the metal gas tank of his bike. SCREEEEEEECH. The sound was agonizing; the paint peeled; the grooves cut deep into the steel of his bike. His bike fell down and the fuel started to leak. Henrique winced; he closed his eyes; he thought I was cutting through his skin. “Are you sure about that?” I asked; my hand raised high; my claws pointed at his chest. “I could make this last much longer.” He looked at my claws; then into my eyes; he didn’t see any mercy; he saw the demon.

"Oh, but it is. Marcus Ashford has been funding our expansion for months. And when his son called crying about his runaway bride, Marcus saw an opportunity. Kill the Iron Wolves. Reclaim the girl. Everyone wins." Victor's gun shifted from me to Damien. "Except you." Everything happened at once. Damien shoved me aside. Victor fired. Blood sprayed. I screamed Damien's name, but another set of hands grabbed me from behind, dragging me backward through the chaos. "No! DAMIEN!" The last thing I saw before being pulled into darkness was Damien collapsing, red blooming across his chest, and Victor Kane standing over him with that terrible smile. Then someone pressed a cloth over my face.

She closed her eyes in surrender, shocked when she found herself in a large bubble in front of her, Zayn , his father, and everyone else. As if she was sitting in a room and in front of her a surveillance camera! She got close and saw her body quickly approaching Lara and suffocating her violently and quickly " Treat her quickly" Zayn was surprised when he turned around and found his bloody eyes and that terrifying voice in her shape "I won't," Darkle laughed sarcastically. " When you want to be with a weakling like her, be someone who suits you and your strength, like me." He pulled her neck to make her face blue, and she resisted him weakly

He detested them and preferred to stay away from knowing anything about them. "You do have a point though. Those bastards really are the absolute worst and we should expect nothing less from them." Damien said as his memory flashed back to the time when he was attacked by one of them out of nowhere. About eight years ago, Damien was attacked by a Redmoon pack member who had been sent to assassinate him. Fortunately for Damien, he was able to immediately detect the presence of his assailant as soon as she was close enough and when they both got into a fight, he overpowered her and used his claws to dive deep into her heart, killing her instantly. He had gone against a good number of them at o

The heavy gunfire abruptly stopped less than three seconds later, leaving a suffocating, ringing silence in the dark alleyway as all five Russian enforcers laid completely dead in a massive pool of dark blood at Damien's expensive combat boots. Damien threw his smoking rifle carelessly onto the ground and marched directly toward me with a completely feral, bloodthirsty rage burning so intensely in his golden eyes that I instinctively took a terrified step backward until my spine hit the cold metal of the SUV. He reached me in two massive strides and violently grabbed both of my shoulders, slamming my back forcefully against the armored door before he crushed his heavy, soaking wet body compl

“Damien told me not to. But you said you had proof. So show me.” He nodded slowly and gestured toward the old couch. “Sit. Please. I know I’ve been a shitty father. But this… this is important.” I stayed standing. “I’m not staying long. Just tell me what you have.” My eyes searched the room for any suspicious activity. Victor rubbed his face, looking genuinely tired. “That man you’re with… Damien Blackwood. He’s not who you think he is. He’s got power. Real dark power. People disappear when they cross him. I’ve seen it.”

Without warning, his hands ignited—not with ordinary flames, but with an otherworldly fire, its color a stark, glowing white that illuminated the darkness like a beacon. “It’s him!” one of the shadows shrieked, its voice trembling with terror. “That incubus is alive—Ah!” The scream cut off abruptly, replaced by the sound of chaos. I could only watch, frozen in awe and fear, as Damien unleashed his fury. The white flames twisted and roared, consuming the air with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. He moved with deadly grace, each strike precise, each burst of light scattering the shadows like dust in a hurricane.

"With my recovered strength, plus the remaining nineteen top-tier vampires, it seems the direction of the battle is clear. I will be the victor." However, the smile that was on Ansel's lips faded. Swooossshhh~ … With a very fast movement, Ansel returned to his feet behind the remaining nineteen top-level vampires. Damien, who had closed his eyes, has now opened his eyes again. And what could be seen was, Damien's eyes were pitch black. All of his eyes turned black. There were red veins all over Damien's body that ran over his muscles to his neck. Crackkk~ … Crackkk~…

"What was that? I was looking through your eyes, wasn't I? You were a Roman soldier, weren't you? That giant black wolf attacked you and you killed it. It infected you with something that turned you into this, didn't it?" Her voice was barely above a whisper; hoarse from her ragged breathing and the screams she hadn't heard ripping out of her throat. Damien nodded his head, not quite meeting her gaze. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out through his nose. He was relieved that his effort to keep the deeper emotions and the raw pain of his experiences from overwhelming her had succeeded. Still, he could tell she was drained from the experience. He needed to give her time to truly compre

His hand morphed into a second ice pick, and he did the same with that blade, deliberately hitting the artery as he struck the other thigh. Elina tried to fight, to get Darkness off her, but he held her to him, gulping at her blood while Levon swallowed the blood spraying from Damonq’s thigh. Darkness thrust Elina aside without running his foul tongue over the twin marks in her neck, allowing the burning holes to continue to bleed freely. Then, he crawled to Damonq, shoved his brother out of the way and pressed his mouth over the wound on the ancient’s thigh.